CK Simulation, Creating the Style of Tsukino Fumi

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Yes, Guinevere also came to Camelot with King Rhodes. She said she was there to give Morgan a gift, which was a huge round table to celebrate the founding of the Knights of the Round Table.

“His Highness Morgan will surely love this wonderful gift,” Guinevere said, warmly cradling Quinn's hand in front of everyone, her expression full of adoration.

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His eyes were practically glaring at Quinn, making Quinn's scalp tingle.

I don't think Morgan would be happy.

Quinn inwardly grumbled, but he couldn't refuse this generous gift because the dinner table was far too famous. Moreover, refusing Guinevere's gift would be tantamount to slapping King Lyudmila in the face and pushing the king, who was currently the most likely ally of him, into the opposing camp.

"Thank you for your kindness, Princess. I will accept it on Morgan's behalf."

With no other option, Quinn could only accept it with tears in his eyes and mourn for his kidneys for a few seconds.

You have obtained the treasure "Round Table" and completed the special building - the Hall of Knights of the Round Table. This building provides you with a maximum of 12 soldier legions, and the maximum size of the soldier legions you can control is 14. The current size is 2.

After you accepted the round table, King Rhodes smiled. You decided to strike while the iron was hot and first speak with this king and the French king. So, that evening, you invited the two kings to a private meeting and told them that you wanted to unite the kings of Britain and establish a unified Britannian Empire.

Your idea shocked the two kings. In their eyes, the plan was too outrageous. An empire formed by the union of many princes sounded like a farce. But since it was you who said it, they felt that it was actually feasible. They both expressed the same sentiment.

[Support is possible, but it will cost extra.]

So, you stated your terms.

[You promised King Rhodes that if this matter succeeds, you would be willing to integrate all the lands in Ireland and then grant him the title of Prince of Ireland, a hereditary title. Considering that he currently has only one heir, Guinevere, your family will support Guinevere to become Queen of Ireland.]

This was a reward King Liao Dekuan could never have imagined. After all, his current fiefdom was not even as large as the future Kingdom of Wales. Although he currently faced the issue of succession, he didn't see it as an obstacle, because he had already seen his daughter's feelings for Quinn. King Liao Dekuan believed that it wouldn't be long before his daughter would unexpectedly become pregnant. However, at that time, his family would still have a chance to become the heir to the empire.

[King Liao Dekuan has become your ally]

Having secured the support of King Liao Dekuan, your attention has now turned to the King of France. In your eyes, this ruler of France is the real focus, so you decide to offer an exorbitantly priced pie.

"Your Majesty, let's form an imperial alliance for life. You have the most knights in all of Europe, and I have the strongest cavalry legion in all of Europe. As long as we join forces, all of Europe will submit to our military might. Don't you think that the territory of France is still too small, and the title of king cannot prove your ability?"

"Sir Quinn... what do you mean by this?"

"What I mean is, first help me integrate Britannia, and then we'll establish the Holy Frankish Empire. At that time, you and I will both be emperors, and Britain and the Franks will be forever united to start a holy war, divide the entire Germania region, drive the Romans back to the Mediterranean, and conquer all the way to Constantinople. Then we can rule Europe as two emperors, how about that?"

"Are you crazy?" The Dharma King's eyes widened, but then he realized something, pointed upwards, and asked in a low voice, "Could it be that you have received some kind of guidance?"

[You smiled slightly, without saying a word, yet you made the King of France overjoyed. Because of your consistent legends and good reputation, he believed that your audacity in uttering such shocking and unbelievable things must be due to someone behind the scenes. And in Europe today, there is only one person—no, only one being—who can wield such power.]

[As the saying goes, "With a mountain to lean on, one will not fall." Now, in the eyes of the King of France, you not only have a mountain to lean on, but you are clearly protected by heaven. No wonder you dare to do such wrong things... no, you are so devout and fanatical. In response, he said that France has always been God's son. Whoever starts a holy war, he, the King of France, will definitely come to their aid.]

[The Dharma King becomes your ally]

That night, you swore an oath by the Thames, and from that moment on, the alliance was formed.

You have established your own faction, and you have chosen the faction name "Establish the Holy Britannian Empire." When the entire Britannia region comes under your rule, you will create an empire with the Europa family as the primary family—the Holy Britannian Empire. As the patriarch of the Europa family, you will be crowned as the Imperial Emperor.

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After securing an alliance with the French king, Quinn was completely at ease, for no other reason than that France was too powerful.

Compared to the British Isles, where most of the rulers were still in a tribal system, France at this time was already a genuine feudal state. Its territory in Europe was large enough to establish an empire. However, in the Arthurian legend, France was not the protagonist, and therefore it was only a kingdom until now.

Now, having used the name of God to seduce the French king into his faction, even if the banquet doesn't go smoothly, Quinn is confident that he can crush half of Britain's lands this year and force these British princes to agree to his formation of an empire.

Now that things have come to this point, it can be said that the die is cast.

As for how to fulfill the promise made to the Dharma King after that, that's something for my future self to consider. Right now, the most urgent task is to find a way to quickly increase my troops and... deal with the problems with Artoria.

Quinn hadn't forgotten that Artoria hadn't made a pact saying she wouldn't participate in the selection of the King's Sword.

You decide to find Artoria and have a good talk about the selection of a new king before all the kings of Britain arrive.

[Since Artoria accompanied you in finding the Holy Lance, she became a favorite at the court after returning to Camelot, thus gaining access to the Camelot Palace and having her own room. You arrived at her door late at night and gently knocked.]

When Artoria saw that it was you visiting so late at night, she quickly opened the door to let you in. You noticed that there were some dark circles under Artoria's eyes, clearly indicating that she hadn't slept well since the king selection incident. So, you simply invited Artoria to go for a night ride with you.

Artoria was somewhat taken aback by your invitation, but she found it hard to refuse this invitation that you had taken the initiative to offer. You went together to the palace stables, where Artoria planned to choose two good horses as always and ride with you under the cover of night to get further away from Camelot. But this time, you did not behave as usual and only chose one horse.

[With a puzzled look on Artoria's face, you rode up to her side and lifted her up, placing her directly in front of you.]

"Sir?" Artoria sat down in front of Quinn in surprise. The man's hot body heat pressed against her back, making the young girl blush.

"Stop arguing, knight. You don't want others to see us riding together, do you? That would ruin your lord's good reputation."

The coercion characteristic of postmodernism also clearly had an effect on the ancients. Artoria hesitated to speak. Normally, she would have complained about Quinn's self-threatening remarks, but now, she lacked her usual energy and simply kept quiet, letting Quinn hold her in his arms.

Anyway... it seems like I'm not at a loss?

Thinking this, Artoria simply relaxed her body, resting all her weight on Quinn's chest, feeling the reassuring warmth.

Seeing that Artoria had submitted to him, Quinn once again demonstrated his excellent stealth skills. He steered his horse away from the guards' patrols and quietly left Camelot, heading towards...

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The lake he went to when he first entrusted his armor to Artoria.

Returning to this familiar place after a long absence made Quinn sigh at how quickly time had passed. How long had it been? The once stubborn Artoria had become much more flexible and adaptable in her dealings with people, and she could now say that she wanted to be both a man and a woman.

Thinking about it, I kind of miss that little goofball from back then. At least back then, she didn't need to be a therapist herself.

"There shouldn't be anyone else here."

Quinn stopped his horse by the lake, dismounted, and then reached out his hand as he had to Morgan, gesturing for Artoria to take his hand so he could help her down.

This unusually gentle gesture made Artoria a little uncomfortable, but Quinn's simple question, "Didn't you want me to treat you like a woman?" broke down her defenses, and she then took Quinn's hand with a clear conscience, placing it on his shoulder and landing steadily on the ground.

The unprecedented experience left Artoria feeling dazed, and a thought involuntarily arose in her mind.

If she were to knock Quinn unconscious now, ride away from Britain, go to another country and live in anonymity, no longer be a knight, and leave the task of saving the country to others... it might not be such a bad option.

However, this idea was nipped in the bud as soon as it arose.

Quinn spoke up, interrupting all of Artoria's thoughts with a single sentence: "Artoria, you want to pull out that sword, right?"

"I didn't, I..." she stammered, trying to refute.

"Really?"

“…I did want to try and see if I could pull out that sword myself.” Artoria gave up on refuting. “Why did you guess?”

"Your eyes are practically black, I'm not blind." Quinn reached out and flicked Artoria's forehead. "Tell me, has Merlin been bothering you lately?"

"Yes, he said that if I don't pull out that sword, you'll only live for another ten years at most."

How could that old thief guess so accurately?

Quinn was stunned for a moment, not expecting Merlin to have predicted his lifespan limit. But what could he do if he had? Ten years was long enough anyway.

"Besides this?" Quinn pressed. "If you only knew I wouldn't live much longer, you wouldn't have remained silent all this time. He must have said something else. That old guy is just plotting something. Instead of believing him, you should tell him everything and listen to my advice."

Artoria was silent for a moment, then remembered that she had promised Quinn that she would be honest with him from now on, and then she revealed the truth, "He said that my father is actually King Uther, and that the Holy Lance was originally prepared for me. As long as I become king and take the Holy Lance back from you, you can live a healthy life like a normal person."

This is exactly the kind of thing Merlin would do.

Quinn almost laughed. He had thought Merlin had some special skills, but in the end, he had only taken advantage of Artoria's kindness. However, when it came to manipulating human nature, Merlin was indeed quite skilled. Unfortunately, he had miscalculated one thing.

I'm not a good person, you know. When it comes to using people, I have my own methods.

Then, Quinn looked at the conflicted Artoria and said, "So, you think you can definitely pull out that sword, become King Camelot, and do it better than me?"

"No, I never thought of such a thing. I believe more than anyone else that if anyone is worthy of Camelot's throne, it must be you," Artoria said hastily. "I just... can't bear to see that you only have ten years to live."

"You mean you absolutely have to pull out that sword?" Quinn pressed his advantage.

"...Yes, I must pull out that sword. I will not stand by and watch the princess—no, my sister—recklessly squander your life. I just don't understand why Morgan would let you do this for her own sake. If she wants to be the queen of Camelot, she should deal with Vortigern herself."

Artoria's gaze hardened. Quinn's pressure made her realize her true feelings. She had no desire for the throne. Before meeting Quinn, all she thought about was saving the country of Camelot, believing it was her responsibility. If becoming king could save Camelot, then she would become king. But now...

Camelot no longer needs anyone to save her; the country already has a wise ruler. And she cannot stand idly by while the only wise ruler who can save the country is controlled by her sister, with whom she has only a blood relation but no real sisterly relationship.

Ultimately... we are all descendants of the late king, so why can't I try to get myself a set of the same things that you have?

Artoria took a deep breath to calm herself down, then looked Quinn in the eye. “Sir, I will become the Queen of Camelot. I cannot allow someone like Morgan to be your lord. If she cannot save you, then let me.”

"Do you know that your actions could lead to further civil unrest in Camelot in the future?"

Artoria has made up her mind. She will participate in the selection of the king. She no longer wants to be your knight, nor let you boss her around. She wants to be an independent person, completely loyal to her own desires. You see her originally jade eyes turn golden at this moment. You know that the blood of the red dragon has awakened within her.

Artoria made a vow to you.

“Sir Quinn, you should know very well who created Camelot as it is now. I swear to God, I will become the King of Camelot. Morgan is not worthy to be your lord and wife. If I cannot free you from Morgan’s hands, then I will burn all of Camelot, lest this country be destroyed by the hands of the incompetent.”

The Catholic God noticed this vow because of His special attention to you, and He thought highly of Artoria, deciding to be her witness.

what?

Quinn was stunned.

Dude, what are you doing? You're willing to be a notary for this kind of oath?

And... Little ahoge, why are you suddenly going in such weird directions?! Give me back my earnest, adorable, and potentially future White Lancer Alter! I want a refund, I want a refund!

I don't want to be targeted by a dark-skinned, heavy-dressing woman. A girlfriend who's jealous and gets angry at the drop of a hat is enough with Morgan. I don't need another heavyweight like her!

Chapter Fifty: The one who captured Merlin was none other than the King of Camelot.

The script shouldn't be like this. Logically, shouldn't you draw the sword, then obediently hand it over to me and acknowledge me as the King of Camelot?

Is there something wrong with this worldline shift?

Back at Camelot Palace, watching Artoria leave before his eyes, Quinn could clearly sense how resolute she was. In contrast, he himself felt conflicted, as he couldn't say whether Artoria's ambition was a good thing or a bad thing.

Now, no one will say that Artoria doesn't understand people's hearts in the future. She is now far from the knight king who was full of thoughts of saving the country. She even dares to openly talk about competing with her own sister for a man. She can be called a typical example of excessive selfishness.

Alas, that’s all.

Once Artoria had completely disappeared from his sight, Quinn finally chose to empty his mind and let fate trample on his fragile body. After all, no matter how much they schemed against each other, they wouldn't ignore important matters. It wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing if Artoria really became the Queen of Camelot, because she would definitely support him in establishing the Britannian Empire.

Now that things have come to this, you've decided to prioritize unifying the various kings.

You've stopped paying attention to the matter of choosing the King's Sword.

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Instead, you focused all your energy on the banquet for the kings. Following this, princes from all over Britain arrived in Camelot. You appointed Agraven to oversee the reception of these princes, while you yourself remained behind the scenes, analyzing their personalities and determining which individuals might be your potential allies.

Because of your deliberate show of weakness, the kings who arrived later almost all believed that you were really doomed, and thus, they revealed their true nature.